Promo: The Diagnostic

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

---The next day---

 

This is a special program describing Bo’s diagnose of his illness. They’re in the Lady of Mercy hospital center in room 229. Bo is lying down talking to his wife Lwanda who sits right next to her man, the baby is on the carriage, sleeping.

 

“What happen baby?” Lwanda asked, trying to find out some answers.

 

“The hell if I know, just like I told you before, I was talking, passed out, when I woke up I was up in here.” Bo said, trying to calm Lwanda down.

 

“You know JD called me and he sounded nervous for you, right?”

 

“Word?” Bo said, smiling at JD actually caring. “And what he said?”

 

“I told you that already…he said that you was taken to the hospital and shit and he doesn’t know what’s going on. He paid for my air fair and I was here in a few hours to see you.”

 

“Ah, my baby cares.” Bo said, smiling and chuckling. “But I’m alright, aint nothing wrong with me.”

 

“You sure about that?” Lwanda ask face filled with concern.

 

“Of course I am…shit, I’m breathing fine, and I feel fine. I just gotta get ready for Tom, that’s all.”

 

“No nigga, you aint doing shit until you get better. What the fuck is wrong with you thinking about work, nigga you gotta be thinking about your health first and then us. Because without you, how can you take care of us?”

 

“I said I was fine! Damn, trust me?” Bo angrily said.

 

“I do trust you…I just don’t trust your health. Can’t you see that?”

 

--- Knock, knock ---

 

The door opens to reveals a man with a white suit and a chart in his hand…he walks in while looking at the chart and then slowly looks up. He puts the chart down and said: “Mr. Brown?”

 

“Yeah.” Answered Bo

 

“How you doing? I’m going to be your new doctor and my name is Dr. Lanez and I have to tell you two something.” The doctor said.

 

“What, what’s wrong with him? Is he alright?” Lwanda asked, obviously nervous from what the doctor is saying at this moment.

 

“Mr. Brown, I’m going to be straight with you. You need a heart transplant.”

 

“WHAT! My heart is just fine…I got mad heart.” Bo said, screaming in fear, shock and anger.

 

“Oh my god. Noooo, this cant be.” Lwanda said, breaking down to her knees.

 

“Mr. Brown…this isn’t for debate. You have a blood type AB- that should get you on top of the list. But you need a new heart, you heart right now is triple it’s size. It’s pumping so much blood that it’s clogging up your arteries. And if it continues this way, you will die.”

 

“Oh no, no, no…dear lord no.”

 

“Lets say that you’re right…that I need a new heart. What if you cannot find a new heart, how long will I live?” Bo asked. This question caused Lwanda to look at Bo and then turn to the Doctor.

 

“Well, it hard to say. Months, weeks, maybe days.”

 

“Ohhhhh lord.” Continued to scream Lwanda.

 

“Although, the way your body is and what we saw on the x-rays, you will have time to get another heart. You will have probably months, but we have to be sure and safe about it.”

 

“So I got months? Hmm, well then I will do what I have to do and you just look for a heart…aight?” Bo said

 

“It doesn’t work like that, you have to be here to take test, chest cavities, with any type of donor that comes through the door. Everything got to be compatible for it to work.”

 

“Well, once you fine a dead person, and a donor…you call me, we test, if it works, then we straight.”

 

“No, you must stay here until the right donor comes.”

 

“What you mean stay here?” Bo said with a look of confusion and anger. “I got a match on Lockdown.”

 

“Lock what?” The doctor asks.

 

“It’s a wrestling show, they give it every other Tuesday.”

 

“Oh…wrestling? Well that’s got to go. You cannot wrestle anymore, it’s not good for your heart.” The doc said.

 

“Well, my heart aint no good anyways…I’ll just wrestle, you tell me what’s poppin, I go to you, we get tested and shit, you put the new heart in me and then we good.”

 

“No, we’re not good. You need to stop wreslting, you need to retired.”

 

And that’s when the door opens…a man steps in, all this person heard was the last sentence from the doctor to the patient, which was Bo. Bo looks towards the door, after seeing who just came through the door he angrily put his head back to the pillow. The doctor looks back and he saw the person, Lwanda turns back and saw the man that was walking towards the bed. The person is the Suicide King.

 

“Is this true?” King said.

 

“Nah, that shit aint true.” Bo replied

 

King turned to the doctor and said: “What’s going on…what’s the diagnostic?”

 

“He needs a heart transplant, and the way his heart is working right now, it’s not wise for him to do any type of activity until he gets a new heart.” The doctor said.

 

King looks towards Bo and said: “Well, you heard what the doctor said, you need to stay here.”

 

“No, I can’t…what he wants me to do is retire.”

 

“Well, then you going to do that…its best for you and your family.” King said.

 

“I know what’s best for my family, and that is to continue getting money. I need to support them, my wife and my son, and if I’m stuck here, what good am I to them?”

 

“What good are you to us if you die.” Lwanda said.

 

“I’m not gonna die…I survived two car accidents and I went into a coma once. I lived in the streets, I am a gangsta, and I survived far most worst situation then this.”

 

“THIS IS YOUR HEALTH! Lwanda screamed. “Your son needs a father, and the father needs his health to take care of the son. Stop wrestling, please.”

 

“I tell you what, let me wrestle for Lockdown, and if I lose, if I cannot continue in the match. Then I will retire. Shit, I’ll get an office job if that’s what you want.”

 

“I recommend that you don’t wrestle at all Mr. Brown. This is very serious and it can kill you if you force yourself and your heart to do more work.”

 

“I aint talking to you doc, I’m talking to King.” Bo looks back at King and said: “Well, what you think?”

 

“And if you win?” King ask

 

“Then I continue, then I know that this little heart problem aint gonna do shit. C’mon man, you gotta let me do this.”

 

There’s a moment of silence for a few…King looks down, pace around the room a bit and then said: “One match…I’m going to give you one match, and if you lose, that’s it, you call it. You retire.”

 

“This isn’t right…this is unethical, this could be his life here.” The doctor said.

 

“I’m going to have him sign a contract stating that he’s wrestling out of his own will, although if he loses then he will retired…that’s sounds good, right?”

 

The doctor shakes his head, Lwanda looks at Bo and said: “Maybe you should just quit, you’ve accomplished a lot in this company, if you retired maybe King will let you do some commentary stuff. Riley is getting boring now, so…think about it.”

 

“That’s if I lose baby…I’m going to try to win to prove to people that my heart is alright, but if I lose, then I will retire. King, I got something else to ask.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“If I was to win the match, let me get a title shot.”

 

“I don’t know man…you got defeated the last two times.”

 

“If I defeat Flesher, let me get a title shot for the next show. That’s all I ask.”

 

“I’ll think about it, that’s the best I can do.” King said.

 

Bo smiles and then said: “That’s all I ask.” Bo then lifts himself up so that he’s sitting up and said: “Anyways, let me get out of this and get ready for my match against Tom.”

 

“You should really think about it Mr. Brown.” The doctor said.

 

“I have, now can you please leave I have to change and I only allow my wife to see me undress.”

 

“Very well…good day.” The doctor leaves and King follows…the King then stop right before going through the door and said: “I’ll see you at the arena…later.”

 

“Bet, later.”

 

The door closes by itself and Bo starts to undress himself so he can get dress with his regular clothes.

 

“This is my last chance and I’m going to take advantage of it…I want you and Alex to be there so you can see me win, ok?” Bo asked

 

“I’ll be there to support you, you know I will always support you. All I ask is for you to take care of yourself, that’s all I ask.”

 

“No problem. Lwanda?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Help me with something in the bathroom?” Bo said with a smirk on his face.

 

Lwanda looks up at Bo’s face and then said: “Oh hell yeah.”

 

Bo grabs Lwanda’s hand and then they make their way towards the bathroom, they close the door and then Lwanda helped Bo out.

 

End

[Guest Ace309]

... Yup, Tom's wrestling a guy who needs a heart transplant.

 

WHAT'S THEIR RELATIONSHIP? TUNE IN TO LOCKDOWN TO FIND OUT!!!!!!

[Guest Crowe]

Wooooooooooooo @ Bo's promos! Like... it's all real and stuff.

 

Top stuff.

[Guest Thoth]

Well this is a new one. I get the feeling, strangely, that Bo's not writing to lose.

 

I hope that this promo isn't setting up a retirement, but we'll see.